In west Philadelphia born and raised

On the playground was where I spent most of my days

Chillin out, maxin', relaxing all cool,

And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school

When a couple of guys who were up to no good

Started making trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

The license plate said FRESH and it had dice in the mirror

If anything I could say that this cab was rare

But I thought "Nah forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie: "Yo homes, smell ya later."

Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.